A weekend which spilled badly into the first part of
the week. My last showcase [dance recital] in the
northeast was on Sunday and when we got there about 11
am I was to discover that I was on last. To close the
show. This is reserved for the best of the best so
naturally I panicked. lol I am never usually nervous
for these anymore but not this time. Did manage to blow
of some of that adrenaline energy practicing a couple
of times.
It went very well and I was pleased. ChaCha-ed my
little feet off and managed to follow Jimmy's lead and
everything. lol Was right over my feet and this new
knee working like a charm.
So I go to the dressing room [nearly 5 pm] to change
amid 'good for you' 'great job' and my favorite from a
former teacher 'my girl is back!'. Like I said -
nothing like a new knee. I took off my costume and then
my pantyhose and then pulled off the moleskin I had put
on my feet around 2 to protect my feet edges from those
hateful latin shoes. Adeline still flowing. Always feel
a twinge when taking that stuff off. Standing talking
to people in my underwear and suddenly think to myself
- that twinge is still there. That stupid stuff managed
to rip the skin off the bottom of my foot. I had been
standing bare foot on the hotel carpet bleeding happily
into the rug and letting whatever germs there might be
there mingle with my bodily fluids. So now I am
standing stork like looking at my foot and when it
begins to drip into my shoe I asked for help. Someone's
kitchen towel was applied and then someone else had
Band-Aid's. One filled quickly and then another. So she
just emptied her box on to my foot. A another lady who
was a nurse put me in a chair and had me put pressure
on it for a full three minutes. Stole someone else's
watch so I had a target time to shoot for. That worked
well. Thanks heavens I didn't drive there but had my
friend take me to the ER instead of home.
John met me there. They put some sort of pressure white
stuff on it; and even though I told the doctor that I
was on Rituxan and had just had my Remicade on
Wednesday AND I had a knee replacement, he told me that
I did not need an antibiotic.
Got up on Monday morning and called Ortho's office.
When the call was returned, he first started with 'what
did you do' and then said 'God, yes you need an
antibiotic'. HA!!  I also had a call in to the RD's
office to confirm I should stop the Arava [again] and
the call back began 'what did you do'. I just love my
doctors. They just shake their heads and let me run
head long into walls. So yes, I should stop the Arava.
Got to take my first bath since Sunday morning last
night. It was nice. Now if this toe would stop bleeding
[more like spotting]. Finally figured out this morning
that I should stop my NSAID.
Who has my brain and what did you do with it.
Duckie